So I got bored and decided to type another chapter!
This one contains a bit of angsty Vince...Well more of a sulking Vince!

Wardrobe

Vince followed the faux fur coat that was running away from him, it's leopard print was simply irresistible.

"Come back here you cheeky devil!" He hissed as he ran at a crouch with his arms spread out in front of him, the coat swung round a corner sending him skidding. He ran as fast as he could and launched himself into the air landing on top of the coat, his mouth full of fur "Gotcha!" He grinned.

"Yes I have." Vince saw a pair of feet in front of him, he glanced upwards at a strange looking man who smirked back, he was holding a fishing rod which was attached to the coat "You can keep that, a sort of…Compensation."

Vince was pushed inside a cell and was locked in, he didn't try to escape, he was too busy staring at the rails of clothing surrounding him. He had dropped the leopard skin coat and was rushing into a rack of exotic looking waistcoats, within seconds he had tried on several hats, two jackets, a pair of jeans and five pairs of boots.

"This is genius." He grinned to himself as he did a twirl in front of the wall to floor mirror in the corner.

"You alright in there boy?" Came the familiar rough cockney accent he had heard before. Vince swivelled round to face his captor.

"Yeah, this is brilliant!" Vince replied as he pulled a feather boa off a coat hanger and wrapped it round his neck. The man caught the ends and pulled them towards him forcing Vince towards the bars, he pulled them tighter making him choke slightly.

"Don't get too comfortable boy!" The man hissed into his ear "And don't try escapin'. You're friends'll be here shortly to come rescue you."

"What do you want with me?"

"I want the Doctor."

"He hasn't done anything to you!"

"He's the one that trapped me in that box in the first place! He's the one to blame, that crazy old alien! He's the one I want and when he knows you're in trouble, he'll come runnin' right into my trap!"

"I doubt it, he's smarter than you think." Vince protested as he gripped at the boa trying to prise it away from his throat "He'll save me! Him and Howard will."

"You keep thinkin' that boy! Best to stay positive in these situations, aye? And don't go stealin' any of them clothes, I'll know if any are gone."

"Get off!" Vince cried but it only made the boa tighter.

"I'm sick of your sunshine boy! You know that? I've seen you, been watchin' you…You're too happy, too cheerful! What you got to be happy about? Nothin'! All you're so called friends think you're annoyin' cos all you ever do is mess it up! They don't really wanna come rescue you, it's only the Doctor's nature! I bet he even finds you annoyin'!"

"It's not true, that's all lies!"

"Is it really?"

"Who are you?" Vince stuttered not knowing what else to say.

"Who am I? Who am I! I'm evil boy! The 'itcher they call me!"

"The Itcher? I think there's a cream for that you can get."

"Not itcher, you berk! I'm the Hitcher, read it properly." He let go of the boa letting Vince breathe again and left him alone in his cell.

"Read what?" He muttered to himself as he tossed the feathery accessory aside and sat down against the cell wall starring at the magnificent clothes.